Shoulder droops

There's a slight knock at the door.

"Please come in." Ashton responds as he rises off his office chair and ushers Doctor Forrest into a chair. "I hope it wasn't hard finding this place?"

Forrest shakes his heaf curtly and smiles. "Not at all. The GPS was my lifesaver so it wasn't hard getting here at all. It's a nice building you have here."

Ashton smiles. "Didn't take you for a sweet talker."

Forrest laughs lightly, taking off his glasses and wiping them. "I'm a young man, I have many prospects. I have to get close to the right people."

Ashton nods understandingly. "Tea, coffee or juice?"

"Fruit juice please. I cut bodies open, I don't think I can handle coffee seeing how much it damages their internal organs and I just hate tea. So fruit juice please."

Ashton presses the button on his table and speaks into it. "Two glasses of fruit juice please."

"So, why did you choose to be a doctor who autopsies for a living?"

Forrest laughs. "We don't study to become autopsy doctors. Just like o